Prince Jing always went out with his wife by his side.
At this moment, sensing Zhao Douan's gaze, the ethereally beautiful woman with shining, black eyes also looked over.
Zhao Douan was slightly startled.
During their eye contact, this woman, who had returned to secular life from being a Daoist female crown, slightly furrowed her brow and turned her head away, as if unaccustomed to being scrutinized so rudely and brazenly by men outside.
Many in Zhuozheng Garden also noticed Mr. Zhao staring at the princess, their expressions curious.
They thought it was just his nature, but such impoliteness—was he not afraid of arousing His Majesty's anger or even provoking Prince Jing?
"Prince Jing's illustrious visit illuminates this humble place," said Zhao Douan, realizing his earlier oversight in greeting. "I was not informed in advance of your arrival, and thus failed to welcome you properly. I hope you will not take offense."
